Watching My Time

Broken hands with fingers interlocked looking for time. Dials trying to shine with light to give proper direction of purpose. Calling back to days from the uncertainty of the night. Give me light as background glows to show a new age. Digital construct now moved by pixels of thoughts. Wind me up if I remain ticking or drained by the battery of my heart. Keep me clocked as I work in forward motion. Tracking seconds so watch which button is pushed. Let me be held with a gaze or on wrists and begin again a new day.